“You said wait.”
I swallowed. “Oh, yeah. I was thinking, with all of this kissing, we’re still at first base.” I watched Joe’s throat bob as he swallowed too. “And I think the run is clear to second.”
Joey expelled a sharp breath. “Thought you’d never ask. Boobs first?”
A giggle erupted out of my throat. “Sure.” I laughed. “Boobs first.”
He shifted his weight to one arm, resting his head on his palm. His free hand came to the buttons of my simple cotton shirt. They made quick work, hastily popping one after the other.
It felt as though my heart may have moved to my throat as I watched the intensity with which Joseph’s gaze tracked his movement. The last button popped free, and his hot hand slid onto the skin of my belly. I pressed my lips together to keep my reaction contained. His skin on mine felt so good.
His fingers trailed up my sternum and parted my shirt to reveal my cotton bra. A small sound accompanied his breath, and I knew he was as caught up as I was. “You’ve always had the most spectacular rack.” Joey smirked. “I’m so glad you’re old enough now I don’t have to feel pervy.”
I smacked his shoulder and he chuckled. “Just saying that is totally pervy,” I said.
He winked and leaned down to kiss me.
Threading my hands into his hair, I deepened the kiss, hiding my quickened breaths.
My insides buzzed.
His hand slid over the fabric of my bra.
My kiss grew deeper and he responded in kind.
Our slow teasing was quickly forgotten, a feverish wave washing over us.
His hand squeezed, his thumb pinching at my nipple, and I gasped loudly into his mouth and arched into his assault. Within seconds his hand slipped under the fabric and I moaned, my mouth pulling away from his as my head fell back. Between my legs, the weight of him rocked against me.
His mouth devoured my neck, my ear, the skin of my chest. His fingers pulled the fabric of my bra until my breasts were free and covered in the heat of his mouth.
The buzzing inside my body had morphed to an aching throb. “Ahhh,” I managed, and my hips bucked against him.
It was moving fast, his mouth hot, his hands moving like he couldn’t get enough and didn’t know what to touch, what to taste.
A hot needy heat pooled between my legs and deep in my gut. I moaned, and strained, and sought more of his mouth, more of his hands.
My own hands roamed his body, squeezing, pulling. I grabbed at his t-shirt, suddenly needing to feel the hot smooth skin of his chest against me.
The sound of our breathing was labored and frantic to my ears. The groan he emitted as his erection pressed hard between my legs flooded me with a sharp need that was so acute it bordered on painful. He assisted me with his shirt, and I breathed in relief at the feel of his skin on mine. “God, this feels good,” I said.
“Too fucking good,” he agreed, and his tongue slipped greedily back into my mouth. “We should stop,” he said in a pained tone.
“God, no. Why would you do that?” I rocked against him and he pressed back. “There’s a lot more second basing to be done.” But honestly, I knew, even if he didn’t, we were heading to home base at supersonic speeds. And I had no intention of stopping.
I pushed him up enough to slip my hand between us and popped his shorts button free and his zipper.
“Jazz.” He groaned, but he didn’t stop me.
“Jay,” I whispered back and slipped my hand into his shorts and felt his hot and heavy length.
His mouth left me and he squeezed his eyes closed, holding himself up just enough for me to reach him. I ignored the unfamiliarity of what I was doing, going on instinct. It seemed to be working. I squeezed my hand, moving it up and down. Once. Twice. Then I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers and closed around his bare skin.
“Christ,” he hissed out.
He shifted again to give me better access. And his hand fumbled between my legs.
I spread them wide and let out a keening whimper as his fingers slipped under the fabric and over my slick wetness.
His fingers moved erratically. We were angled awkwardly. There were two many clothes and not enough space. I knocked his hand out of the way, and after a swift hard kiss on his mouth, reached down and shimmied out of my underwear. Then I got to work tugging his down. His erection sprang free. I stared at it. I was really doing this.
“Jazz,” he said warningly.
“Joseph,” I returned. “Is that a normal size? I haven’t seen that many.”
Joey chocked out a laugh. “Yes. It’s a normal size.”
“Kick your shorts off, they’re in the way.”
“Already on it,” he said. Then he was back and coming to lie half on my side, but I grabbed him under the arms and urged him up my body.
“No, Jazz—”